Lockdown Lyricism: “Bind”

From a series of poems I penned during the early months of the pandemic.

Photo by the author.

Fall to me
Let me linger
Were I free
I would falter

Weave your words
Bind me under
Were I to breathe
You’d be torn asunder

You made yourself
My oxygen

Every new breath
A little death

I’ll rip my lungs
Out from my chest

So if I must drown
It’s my choice
Not yours

Melody
Slips through my fingers
Dark, devoid
Means nothing to her

Sympathy
Chains me to her
Just her wish:
A homemade prisoner.